69 Tea

Author's Note: NOT THAT!! ::Bad image of Tea in mind:: EEEEEEWWWWWWWWW!!! ::Bangs head on wall::

WARNINGS: Angsty or Dark, however you want to put it. ^^ It's supposed to be serious.

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A boy who looked about 16-17 with platinum colored hair sat on the floor in a white padded room. Nothing around him would help him escape. Hell he couldn't even find the door in the mass of whiteness.

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Lonely in this white room

There are pads everywhere

Chaffing straight jacket

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The door opened and the boy looked up and saw a doctor walk in, violet eyes showing fear.

The doctor stepped aside to show three people.

Yami.

Bakura.

Malik.

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Won't die in there

Save me smiling Jesus

Get off that cross

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The doctor left, leaving the four alone in the room.

"Marik." Bakura said, nodding his head slightly to show acknowledgement.

Marik glared.

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Hate me screaming masses

I don't care if I'm lost

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"Why aren't you guys in here?" Marik asked coldly.

"Mm. Let me think about that one, Marik." Yami said, pretending to be thinking hard. "Maybe because we didn't go around screaming that we where from Ancient Egypt and that we where going to take over the world and become Pharaoh."

Marik turned his gaze upon Yami, glaring daggers.

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Don't tell me that you're all better

I don't care if you are

Don't tell me that you're trendsetters

I don't care if you are

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"I was-"

"Drunk?" Bakura cut him off.

"They always get that excuse, Marik. You are no different." Malik said.

"You're no better then me." Marik said. "None of you are. Not even YOU Hikari."

They all just looked at him. It was true. None of them were better. They were all crazy. But the doctors here didn't need to know that.

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Lowly with my head bowed

There are rats everywhere

Feed me bread and water

I won't die in there

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Marik lowered his head.

It was quiet for a few minutes.

"Get out." He said suddenly.

They all blinked.

He looked back up, fire in his eyes. "Get Out."

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Save me smiling Jesus

Get off that cross

Hate me screaming masses

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Once they left. Marik returned to his thoughts.

It was about fifteen minutes before the door opened again.

He looked up, the same fear in his eyes, to see the same doctor.

But this time, nobody else came in.

He looked at the doctor, the fear now shown on his face.

The doctor smiled sweetly like he always did and took out a bottle of pills.

He pulled out 4 and placed the bottle back in his pocket.

He then began to walk over to Marik, who started to back up on the corner.

"Come now, Marik. Don't make me force you to take these."

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I don't care if I'm lost

Say you will take my pills

Say you will faking ill

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As the doctor forced the pills down Marik's thought, Marik looked longingly at the open door, like always.

But something was added to the scenery.

There was a pair of sad violet eyes looking in.

Marik blinked and they eyes disappeared and platinum hair was quickly flashed as the person ran.

The doctor left and Marik was left alone . . . . Again.

"Malik." He mumbled before he fell into a deep sleep because of the pills side affects.